It’s no secret that the past 6 months have been nothing short of a whirlwind. Six months ago in August, we were putting our first house up for sale while I was 8 months pregnant. We started the search for a new place to call home and that was without having a specific area in mind. And of course, this was all while we were also trying to prepare for a new baby- talk about ch-ch-ch-changes.
While we don’t go to church regularly, I always feel like there’s this master plan God has for our family. Somehow, everything works out. It’s gotten to the point that we rely on fate when we just feel like it’s out of our hands instead of stressing out about it. The timeline all worked out, even with a few hiccups along the way. We found our perfect home while I was still pregnant and we were able to get that incredibly long and stressful process started. Once we were in contract, the closing date was set at exactly one week after my due date- talk about a lot happening all at once! Needless to say, we were packing up a house while also unboxing baby gear.
We knew that there was a possibility of the baby arriving early between my body just feeling done and the fact that I had high blood pressure. (Another post- soon to come!) But when I say that everything worked out, I mean it. Our little guy was born a little early, but at full term, just 2.5 weeks before we closed on our new house. We were basically yelling at the universe, “Let the chaos begin!!!”
In all seriousness, going from a family of 5 to a family of 6 wasn’t a hard transition for us. The chaos going on all around us, now that did make it a little difficult. Moving in general can be hard but doing it with a 3 week old baby, when you’re still having the sleepless nights, still recovering postpartum, and still getting into a routine…. now that’s HARD. Honestly, the whole thing is a blur to me. I know we made it through, we got all settled into our home, we have minimal boxes in the basement, and the girls transitioned into their new school flawlessly. But really, it’s a blur. Looking back on it, I’m so grateful with how it all worked out.
I’ve always read that moms with four kids were the happiest. And now that I’m a mom of four, I can totally relate to it. For me, having four kids is not much harder than having three, or really two. I’m outnumbered. I’m used to being outnumbered at this point. The chaos that comes with four kids is just a part of our crazy, beautiful life. Do I need coffee to start my day? Heck yes. Do I find myself making more coffee in the middle of the day? Most days, yes. Are there days that require wine once everyone is in bed or while I’m making dinner? Uh huh. #MomLife
The past six months have changed me in so many ways. Not only have I changed zip codes, not only have I added a new little one to care for, but I have grown and learned so much about myself. I am more confident in myself as a mother, as a wife, as a person. Moving with a newborn and taking care of four kids, some days 100% by myself, has taught me that I can handle just about anything life throws at me. It’s funny how you can look back at moments that are just a blur but then reflect and realize how much of an impact it can have on you. Life’s just crazy that way, I guess.